Текст песни IDC IF U BE DED - Tkay Maidza

(I've told you so many times. Just respect my privacy.
If I'm gonna put something on the
Floor, I put it there, but, just like...)
Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence
Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence
Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents
I left your message on read (yeah)
I don't care if you be dead (yaa)
Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence
Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence
Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents
I left your message on read (yeah)
I don't care if you be dead (yaa)
Ghost a man Casper you know
Trynna go to mars like Bruno
Knock a bitch up like Juno
Knock a bitch out like judo
I'm the realest man with a culo
Eeny meeny i don't want your doodle
I play my cards right like a duel
Double oo coming like google
Boom boom, fight night, fight night, fight night
I be getting checks like Nike
Shorty wanna dress like mine
No you can't touch my mic
Always on 10, never pretend
Molly on hand, and 20 bands
Could buy a Glock, I'd rather not
Took all my shots
Aim for your head
Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence
Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence
Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents
I left your message on read (yeah)
I don't care if you be dead (yaa)
Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence
Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence
Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents
I left your message on read (yeah)
I don't care if you be dead (yaa)
Nigga want me done
But I'm-not, even, close
I'm just, getting, started
Kamikaze bun
Got 2 knifes up my socks
Fuzzy edges cutting
Tarantino blood, now flip to black white Kill Bill and his cousin
Owned that, pussy, wagon got-that Gas-lean, like-I'm, Ryan
Circled the block, hitta hit man
With a killa rim shot
Did a quick scan
Tilla get the fist hot
Bitch u ain't ten you a
You a filler, big dot
Bullets, flip flop
Grid lock grid lock
Bitch you bin hot
Watch your hands
You finna get popped
Full offence my index
Built up
Like my privacy on lock
Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence
Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence
Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents
I left your message on read (yeah)
I don't care if you be dead (yaa)
On a serious note
Sometimes you stuck like a pin in my throat
Honesty comes when I gather my thoughts
IDC if you will GTFO
Don't touch my shit you be deep in my sauce
Deep in my feelings I need to let go
Leave me be and don't be leaving no choice
Screaming so loud that I'm losing my voice
(It's just like, I don't know)